Author: monkeymiko
Title: Sprinkles
Pairing: Miroku/Sango
Summary: Miroku and Sango work at an icecream shop. A drabble collection of their adventures.
Rating: K+
Theme: Impressions
Honey Bee Ice Cream Shoppe was coming to a close for the night. Kagome had already gone home and Inuyasha was in the back closing up the freezers and getting ready to leave himself. Sango was in the front of the tiny little shop sweeping and cleaning befoer she called it a night. Her eyes trailed to Miroku, their newest employee. He sat at one of the small booths with a vacant expression across his face.
"So what do you think of your new job?" Sango asked, returning her focus back to sweeping.
Miroku just returned a friendly smile her way, but let out a small groan in response. "What does that mean?" She asked, feeling somewhat offended that some guy that just started a few days before was acting that way towards her. Especially since she was working there for a few years now.
"Eh," The raven haired boy began. He turned his dark violet eyes to sync up perfectly with her chocolate ones. "I've never been a fan of ice cream."
Sango seemed to be almost troubled by this statement. What kind of person didn't like ice cream? "Really?" She asked, eyes wide.
Miroku got up from where he was sitting and walked over to the counter where they kept all the various toppings for ice cream. He had been trained and was becoming quite familiar with where everything was. He reached under the counter into a shelf and pulled out a half used tube of whipped cream. He squirt the tiniest amount on his middle finger.
"What are you doing with that?" Sango asked, then watched as the finger disappeared into his mouth and licked it clean. "I thought you didn't like that?"
"I said I didn't like ice cream. I enjoy whipped cream just fine." He corrected, gazing almost lovingly at her.
"Well, what else can you eat whipped cream on, if not ice cream?" she wondered. Miroku took the can in his hand one again and squirted some more on his index finger this time. He put the can back and walked over to Sango, who was leaning on the broom for support.
"There are plenty of sweeter things that I can put whipped cream on." He took his white covered finger and dabbed it on the tip of her nose. Without warning or invitation, he licked it off in a quick motion of his tongue. He pulled back and saw that the young girl's face had become beet red at his action, and words were failing her. He smirked at her reaction, "...Don't you agree, Sango?"